Smile Dog Story Creepypasta Novels & Stories

"If you're not scared, I could even show you my tail. But for now, I want to see yours first…" I pushed him down. He tried to resist, but I tapped his cheek lightly and leaned close to his ear. "Good boy. You should listen to your master." Chad froze, and the composure in his eyes immediately vanished. Lust clouded his gaze. "Who smeared the screen? I can't see anything!" "Wait, Vanessa is a succubus? When did she become one?" "No wonder the story is so different now. Turn on the lights! I want to see her tail!"

she added and then sighed. ”How does smiling her make her different?” I asked her and she sighed. “I thought she was just pleased to hear the story. But the next day she killed our dog. When I asked her why, her answer was that he can now become a star,” she explained. My eyes widened when I realized what she was saying. This story, only a child could believe such a story. Once you grow up you realize that some things are bullshit. I would never believe some sob story about how people who die become stars.

Senior also was not feeling too well about their relationship, he always felt Smile was the rat, Brain spoke of when he first addresses the staffs, though he had lost trust in the unseriousness of the investigator and had seen him as an influential Lucky child, and he always said he was lucky to be his father's son. After two months few days, Brain woke up and that day he ordered for more wines and girls for girls lovers, they had best moments far better than all the previous, and as usuals they got drunk and slept, that day Brain did not just sleep, he and Smile had a long discussion, they told each other many personal stories, some of which were supposed to be top secrets, they both had co

i walk to my sit and smile when i see what they wrote on my writing desk MONKEY GIRL . . .i smile cause if really am a monkey they won't be staying in the same class with me . . . .i rest my head on the desk . .and go into the dreamland . . . .i dream about me holding a toy playing with it . . someone come from nowhere and want to collect it . . .as am draging it from his hand . .suddenly he become a zombie and bite me. . ....ahhhhhhhh . . . i scream out in real life.

Slowly backing away from him when he got a little too close, I tugged a half-smile as I tilted my head up to stare at him. His brown hair was dancing with the wind, and he was beaming at me as if he knew who I was. The sunlight struck his face that made his hazel eyes lighter, as he plastered a grimace while gazing down at me. I took another gulp, but this time, I decided to speak up. “Hey,” I uttered, filling the awkward silence that consumed us for a bit. “Hey, I’m sorry for my dog. She’s just used to smelling random people in the park whenever we go out,” he responded, rubbing his dog’s neck with his large hand. His voice was deep and a bit croaky which sounded so fine.

the stranger whispered, a terrible grin spreading across his face. The creature didn't trot. It slid forward, its paws barely touching the grass, its back arched in an impossible, sickening curve. It stopped ten feet from the circle of "sheep." Then, it looked at me. What used to be a dog—a creature that possessed the hollow, rotting eyes of a dead thing—is smiling.

I don’t think a lesser woman could keep up with him. As I near what feels like a huge body-ripping orgasm, building up from my toes, I cry out so loudly his dog starts howling from somewhere else in the apartment; freaky like an actual wolf, and I wonder if I’m actually in some X-rated twilight rip off. That, of course, gives me the urge to giggle and threatens to intervene on my third orgasm.

he said while turning to me. "Every couple is different." "Alex? am I going to turn into like you? After you bit me?" I asked slowly. "Hmm? No. Of course not, Cara." His serious face looked at me. "I thought...it's contagious.bLike zombies, or rabies." I added after a while. Suddenly he looked at me with a sullen face. "I'm not a dog, Cara." he replied then suddenly he laughed.

"Exactly! They have my name, my mom's name, birthday, and email address. That's it. No phone number, no address, nothing to worry about. No rogue werewolves or creepy internet stalkers coming after me. Besides, I bet nothing will even come of it. There are tons of these websites out there, made by fans of paranormal stuff. Just for fun. Nobody really believes it, right?" By noon, I was ready for my daily walk, a habit that had quickly become ingrained in my Stump River routine. As I passed Miller's Service Station, I scanned for Viktor. Maybe I could stop in and confirm our dinner plans for tonight. No luck. But Harley, the friendly station dog, lumbered out to greet me. I crouched down, giv

Gladly, I stick it out through the iron bars. She takes it, still smiling. And then— Boom! Her teeth connect with my flesh. “What are you doing— stop!” I scream as her teeth wickedly sinks into my skin. And no matter how much I scream, this bitch doesn't let go. Until I finally manage to pull my hand back inside. My hand is blooded. “You bitch… are you crazy?” I slam, infuriated. When did she become a dog? “Oh yes I am! I am crazy to kill you!”